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I guess my cozy contentment is when I sit down and read a few chapters of the current book that I am reading. My wife believes I'm addicted to reading as each and everyday I do read a few chapters!
For a number of years I have been reading from my Kindle which takes note of my reading achievements ... my current reading statistics are I have read for 343 Weeks in a row and 820 Days in a row!!
Okay, I'm addicted!
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"I don't know." I said after about a minute of thinking.
"Come again?" Caesar said raising an eyebrow.
"What do you mean you don't know? How can you not know your own name?" Jennie asked, her smile fading.
I tried to think harder, it was making my head hurt. But then it hit me, earlier today, before I jumped out of the window. The guard with the tablet, the buzzing in my ear, the sharp pain I felt before I took the earpiece out. That guard had erased my memory. I hung one leg over the side of the stretcher.
"Blackwell... they wiped my brain." I said still trying to take it all in.
"They wiped your memories? Your name?" Jennie asked.
I nodded.
"Well, what about your parents, siblings, friends? Did they erase that too?" Caesar was looking hard at me.
I did my best to try to remember.
"My parents are both dead, I can't think of their names. I don't have siblings. As for friends-" When I tried to think of names my head hurt worse.
Blackwell took so much from me, and there was nothing I could do about it.
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Sorry is this one ended kinda abruptly, I was in a hurry. And I apologize if there are any typos in here, I'm kind of a careless writer. :P Thanks for looking! TTYL.
Through the Lens - 1 Beginnings
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I've had this book for ages, and I shall begin reading it this afternoon.
When part of a monastery, the chapter house is generally located on the eastern wing of the cloister, which is next to the church. Since many cathedrals in England were originally monastic foundations, this is a common arrangement there also. Elsewhere it may be a separate building. The chapter house comprises a large space, in order to hold all the monks of the monastery, and is often highly ornamented. Typically there is seating around, often built into, all the walls of the room, often in stone, with the central space left open. The seats for the senior members are often larger than the others, and may be raised on a dais. Usually there is only one doorway, and though the room is well-lit where the location allows, the windows are often too high to allow a view in from outside (or eavesdropping). Many larger chapter houses are designed with vestibules for attendants and those waiting to be called, where opening onto a cloister does not provide such a space. There is often a fireplace, and altars are found in some examples, sometimes added later.
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~ Sir Stephen Hawking
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The second day with Caesar and Jennie I was able to get up and walk around the building. The building was a three story, storage building that was modified with security and other tech. My arm felt good enough to come out of the sling, which was a relieve. Caesar had given me a couple shots, to help deaden the pain. That day I was standing on the third floor looking out window. My past life seemed like a dream, I had to accept my new identity and move on. Maybe someday I could find out who I really was. Jennie walked up next to me.
Jennie-"How are you feeling?"
Me-"Well considering I fell a couple stories onto a concrete roof, I feel pretty good."
She laughed. I turned back to the window, when a red light flashed and an *Alert* message came up on the window. Jennie put her hand up to her earpiece.
Jennie- "Caesar, we got company coming. Got the van ready." She turned to me. "Hurry, we have to get out of here."
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This build was extremely quick. I'll be uploading pictures of the chopper from the last build hopefully tomorrow. The later builds will hopefully get more complex. Thanks for looking!
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“The two workmen made identical movements, and Harry mirrored them without conscious thought: All three of them drew their wands. Ron, a few seconds late in realizing what was going on, lunged across the table, pushing Hermione sideways onto her bench. The force of the Death Eaters’ spells shattered the tiled wall where Ron’s head had just been, as Harry, still invisible, yelled, “Stupefy!”
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Chapter 9: A Place to Hide
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While a pretty simple build, it was hard NOT to do this one.
I’ve had the cmf battle goddess saved up for a while, because her helmet reminds me of pasta. Originally I’d given up on making a build with it, but then this perfect opportunity arose and I added it last-minute.
Fun fact: this and “The Wedding” were the single most re-shot pictures in the entire series, each being re-done and re-edited a total of 7 times. Insane? Definitely. Why? Why not!
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Oh Barros ... Why didn't I believed you ... The orcs. Who could think that the orcs could ever rise again ! It was unbelievebale, impossible ! But it happened...
I woke up early, like always. When I went to the East high wall, I was under the shock, like the guards next to me. An huge metal see was facing our city. The orcs. they profited of the night to install their camp in front of the walls. No one of the sentinells who patrolled during the night have saw them. They're all dead, killed by some orcs archers. And the men in the outpost at the frontier are certainly dead too... I just had the time to give the alarm that the bombardement started. The many orcs catapult shot at the same time. It was not powerfull enough to destroy the high walls, but the buildings behinf suffered, with their inhabitant in them... Then, the orcs charged. They came fast, too fast. And they were too many. The dark orcs , strong, well armed, the pale orcs , skillfull, and the small gnomes, yellow and vicious...
The archers shot all the arrows they could on the assailant, but it was not stoping them. They were already at the walls, and started to put their ladders. My men immediatly came to repulse the orcs, while the acher continued to spread the dead ...As suddently as the assault started, the orcs runned away, untidies ... The victory was ours ! But this victory seemed to easy . I fear the next assault. But I, Jerlik, King of Rahim, will stand until the orcs will be defeated, or I will be slain ...
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This is the first part of the chapter. Second part will come in a month, and will be way better :P
The 5 kept on going, down into the river valley where they paused for a good drink...
Stay tuned...final chapter tomorrow!
Masai Mara, Kenya.
This is the chapter house (Kapitelsaal) of the monastery Kloster Eberbach in Germany. Originally built before 1186, it was rebuilt with the gothic star-vaulted roof and the central supporting pillar around 1350, and the vines were painted on the ceiling around 1500.
Hand-held using the little light that was available.
So… Everyone saw me falling down beasts castle. They collected my body and gave me a proper funeral. What they didn´t know was that I wasn´t really dead. I couldn´t stand the thought of the world having to miss this handsome face. So long before I faced beast in our epic battle, I made sure there would always be a small fragment of me on this planet that would bind me to it. It´s quite dark, they call it a Horcrux. I won´t go into detail to much but it was a royal pain to make one. Since I always carried my Horcrux around my family buried me with it. After a few days the part of soul in my Horcrux left it´s body and entered mine. Bringing me back to life. Now with the power of the crystals I shall bring back some of the people who were laid to rest in the same tombe as me. I will finally have my revenge on Belle and her Beast!
~ Muahahaha Gaston
I suppose the story of my life could be divided into Chapters. Some are longer, some are shorter. The earlier chapters are just brief interludes here and there as I ended up in nearly 20 different countries before I was nine years old. This one is Chapter 7. I’ve jumped ahead a bit in my story telling because this one was a bit more interesting. In fact it was already written up in a book 40 years ago, my Merchant Navy Deck Officer Training Record Book. It was written up by Captains, Chief Engineers, Chief officers with the odd entry by Radio Officers as I completed levels of competency and training for different tasks and responsibilities as an apprentice Navigator and Deck Officer.
So the record book was extremely important and as a new cadet I made a cover for it out of navigational paper to protect it as it accompanied me everywhere we went round the world for over four years. My picture shows how I decorated it with tiny black felt tip profiles of the ships I sailed on. “Sevonia Team”, “Wellpark”, “Loch Lomond”, “Conon Forest”, “Coastal Corpus Christi” and “Nordic Clansman”
I was just 19, n-n-n-n-nineteen, really still a boy, like those who went to fight in Vietnam. Little did I know that my adventures would connect me to Vietnam for another saga. In fact my first act of great responsibility was on Christmas Day, 1977, when I accompanied the Chief Officer on night time bridge watch. I had arrived on the ship in the searing daytime heat in Kharg Island, Persian Gulf, the day before on Christmas Eve after an epic journey from home….no, a nightmare journey on my own from Caithness in the extreme north of dark and freezing Scotland: a five hour train jouney down to Inverness, overnight sleeper to Glasgow, flight to London, brief kip in a hotel at Heathrow, flight to Athens, and then diverted to Tehran on the third night of travelling. From Tehran I caught a flight back to Abadan in Iran, where I managed a few hours sleep in a hotel before catching another flight to Kharg Island oil terminal in the middle of the Persian Gulf.
But the ship was already fully laden with 100,000 tonnes of highly flammable light oil and naphtha and by the end of Christmas Day we set sail for Whangarei in New Zealand. I must admit the ways in which we, as a small contingent of 12 British Officers and cadets, managed to amuse ourselves over extended periods at sea has faded somewhat from my memory, but I do remember I never felt bored, and that alcohol played a significant part in keeping us happy (But I think the adventure and anticipation of what was over the horizon always kept me eager). To those who have lived such a life it will be no surprise that the young Chief Officer I was on watch with had drunk far too much by Christmas night. After all he had worked solidly for three days on cargo loading operations in that heat with no sleep, and with it falling on Christmas had felt he deserved some refreshment and a nap. That meant he fell into a drunken sleep in no time. And so, my first responsibility, with no training whatsoever, was to be in charge of 150,000 tons of floating bomb as it left the Straits of Hormuz behind and headed into the Gulf of Oman. My instructions were simple. Stay awake and if I saw another ship coming our way to try to shake the Chief Officer into life. It was just the start of a chapter of my life that included great travel, adventure, considerable danger and alot of fun, literally all across the globe.
Trip 1: "Sevonia Team" 103,000 tonne dwt oil/bulk/ore carrier. Kharg Island, Iran - Whangarei, New Zealand - San Nicholas, Peru - Pohang, South Korea - Port Dampier, NW Australia - via Cape of Good Hope, South Africa - Gijon, Spain
Trip 2: "Wellpark" 30,000 tonne dwt bulk carrier: Bahia Blanca, South Argentina - Port Elizabeth, South Africa - Kaohsiung, Taiwan - Ulsan, South Korea - Moji, Japan - Kunsan, South Korea - Hong Kong via Suez Canal to Lisbon, Portugal - Rotterdam, Netherlands
Trip 3: "Loch Lomond" 10,000 tonne dwt reefer/banana ship; Long Beach, California - Puerto Armuelles, Panama - Long Beach, USA - Golfito, Costa Rica - Panama Canal - Puerto Limon, Costa Rica - Le Havre, France - Antwerp, Belgium - Rotterdam, Netherlands - Brownsville, Texas - Hamburg, Germany - Gdansk, Poland - Sheerness, UK
Trip 4: " Conon Forest" (Havrais) 28,000 tonne dwt container ship: Tilbury, UK - Pisa, Italy - Suez Canal - Jeddah, Saudi Arabia - Dubai, UAE - Bahrain - Dammam, Saudi Arabia - Kuwait - Le Havre, France - Antwerp, Belgium - Hamburg, Germany - Gothenburg, Sweden
Trip 5: "Coastal Corpus Christi" 340,000 tonne dwt ULCC (Ultra Large Crude Carrier): Loch Striven, Scotland - Lisbon, Portugal - Flushing, Netherlands - Cape Town, South Africa - Aruba, Dutch Antilles
Trip 6: "Nordic Clansman" 248,000 tonne dwt VLCC (Very Large Crude carrier): Palermo, Sicily - Suez Canal - Ras Al Kaimah, / Ras Tanura, bla, bla, bla, Saudi Arabia
OK my mind blurs a bit. One oil terminal or port in the Persian Gulf looked much the same as another. The frequency of docking in European ports became mundane, but it was the long voyages deep into the Southern hemisphere from one side of the South Atlantic through near southern ocean's storms to the other side, and balmy days sailing 16000 km in a straight line across the Pacific, or across the Indian Ocean or South China Sea that gave me life long memories.
If anyone ever said they were thinking of going to sea, for travel, adventure and to explore the world I would say, "Go!" There is no better way to see it. But please, not on a cruise ship.